Lewd Angel Maid Winte!
Upon arriving at the mansion gate, the guard halted Hypno and Wintineas.
"Halt! What business brings you to this mansion?"
"Heh heh heh, hello there."
"What!? That voice! It's the consultation therapist the Count has been desperately searching for!"
"You recognize me, huh. Mind if we come in? Ah, this here's my precious, angel-like fiancée. She can tag along, right?"
"Fiancée... ♡"
Wintineas's lips twitched upward in delight at the bold claim of future bride, her face beaming with satisfaction.
"Of course! Please, come right in!"
The guard promptly opened the mansion gates, and Hypno and Wintineas entered without a hitch.
Even inside, the mansion's servants eyed them curiously at first, but the moment they heard Hypno's voice, their attitudes shifted to polite deference, escorting the pair straight to Count Belrig Sliem's study.
On the way, Hypno spotted plenty of maids and butlers. As the Count's maids, they were all stunningly beautiful, top-tier beauties.
When they reached the study and opened the door, there sat Count Belrig Sliem at his desk, buried in paperwork.
"Hm? Who might you two be...?"
"Hello, Count Belrig Sliem."
"That voice...! Come in, come in!"
Thanks to the hypnosis, the Count's face lit up the instant he heard Hypno, welcoming him warmly.
"Looks like I've still got work left. Siblscan!"
"You called, my lord?"
"!?"
The voice came from right behind Hypno. Turning around, he and Wintineas saw an elderly man in butler attire, sporting a monocle over one eye.
"Escort these two to a guest room! I'll finish up and join them shortly."
"As you command. This way, please... If I may, your names?"
"Hypno."
"Wintineas... ya."
"Master Hypno, Lady Wintineas, right this way to the guest room."
Under Siblscan's guidance, Hypno and Wintineas headed to the guest room.
Seated on the guest room sofa, Hypno and Wintineas watched as Siblscan served them cake and tea, bowing slightly.
"Please wait just a moment for the Count. Let me know if you need anything at all."
Hypno took the fork that came with the cake, nicked off the tip just a bit, scooped up a piece, and brought it to Wintineas's mouth.
"Winte, ahh~."
"Ahh~. Nom nom... Tasty... so tasty."
"You two get along so well. You make a perfect pair."
"Heh heh heh, thanks. You look pretty strong yourself, Siblscan. Were you an adventurer back in the day?"
"Hoho, yes. I even reached A-rank once upon a time. But now, I'm merely the Count's humble daytime servant."
"Ooh..."
"A-rank..."
Hypno and Wintineas gazed at Siblscan with awe.
Even with my current physical stats, I can't gauge his strength... A-rank must be the realm of true elites.
"What brought you to serve the Count?"
"Haha, it's embarrassing, but back in my prime, I was a wastrel addicted to gambling and women despite my skills. The Count picked me up off the streets. He didn't just save me—he gave me this job and taught me how to live as a proper man. Thinking back... it still brings tears of gratitude."
Drip, drip. Real tears. What a guy.
"That's a touching story."
"Ooh, you get it? Thank you."
"I... have a question too..."
"What is it? Please, ask away."
"How do you... move so fast... without a sound?"
"Ah, that takes some technique..."
As Siblscan began explaining footwork tips to Wintineas,
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Count Belrig entered the guest room.
"Heh heh heh, no worries."
"Welcome, my lord... We'll pick up the tips later."
"Yeah..."
Count Belrig settled onto the sofa opposite Hypno and W